Page 70 of Escape From Me

Fucking hell. How did this happen?

“She’ll come around any minute. The amount will run through quickly, but she’ll still have confusion or possibly no memory of the last bit of time. It affects everyone a bit differently, but from what the bartender said, she had only enough to affect her quickly and for a short period of time. If she had any more, I’d be pushing you to get her to a hospital, but I know that is not likely to happen. Still, her blood pressure seems fine, and her breathing seems to be stable. Call me and I’ll come back.” The doctor looked over his shoulder at me.

“Change your clothing, please. I can’t know what you just did, but please just tell me it’s your blood,” he said.

I was watching her but nodded. “Yeah. My blood.”

He looked at the five of us all crowded into the small room.

“All of you? Right. Okay. Here.”

He handed me a bottle of water.

“I’m getting too old for this. If your grandma Winnie wasn’t one of my oldest friends.” He stopped talking and shook his head. “Alright. She’ll be fine. She’s already coming out of it, but I would venture she’s confused and might panic. Get her home. Make her drink this.”

The second he said she was waking up, I bent over her looking for the signs. Her eyes fluttered.

“Oh thank god. Daisy? Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open again and again, and then she finally smiled up at me.

“You got him?”

Got him?

“You make us sound like police or something. But yes, dove. We took care of him. He will never harm you or the Spectors again.”

She nodded and then closed her eyes again.

“I’m taking you home. Fuck this shit. I can’t even protect you for a damn hour.” I’d been arguing with Cas and X for the better part of half an hour. Before that, we’d all been in the basement taking turns getting information from my father-in-law. So many loose ends somewhat tied up.

He killed the mayor, and Cali was thrilled to finally have that death solved even if the morgue had been paid off to make sure it said accidental all the same. She wasn’t actually going back to work there, X was making sure of that. Cas had gotten from the senator that he was the reason raids had been happening in our warehouses. Although he’d never actually known which gang owned the properties, just that someone had sent him tips they were gang-owned businesses. And finally, I got what I wanted. I wanted him to know that his daughter was being taken care of, and I made sure that Rylee recorded that home video for my dove. I doubted Daisy remembered any of it. I’d held her close. I’d settled for the final shot so that I never had to let her go,but I’d made sure he saw the ring. I’d made sure he knew that I wasn’t just some lowlife; that I would be buying up anything that meant shit to him and making sure his wife was left with just enough to find another husband and forget about this one completely.

But my favorite part of it all? Well, I couldn’t wait for Daisy to see his reaction when I told him that I’d gotten rid of the judge for thinking he could ever touch what was mine and that Daisy had been mine since the night of the party. None of his plans were going to live on. Nothing he worked for would be a legacy.

He’d lost to the gangs he’d hated so much, and in the process lost his own soul to the dark world he thought was the enemy.

Too bad for him the enemy wasn’t us. It was a world built on greed and we were just the sad bastards controlling the gates of hell.

“My father drugged me?”

Daisy was rage shopping, or rage unpacking. I’d lost the battle for online shopping, and they’d all spent the morning in-person shopping to the disappointment of the three of us. Fuck. After the first store, we’d all fucking caved and just sat outside every storefront making sure they were safe enough and tracking them even though we could fucking see them. Still, the smile on my dove’s face was worth it.

“God. I just can’t. But still, thank you. For everything. I just wish I'd been there to kill him myself.” Daisy grabbed a stack of the new hangers and pulled them apart before she hung up shirt after shirt and fit them into my once-too-large closet. It was filling up fast.

“I just can’t. Still, if I had to have a shit upbringing, at least I had amazing karma. Rylee and Calliope might be the best friends I never knew I needed. Look at this, I’d never have bought something like this if it wasn’t for them.” She turned around with a corset set in hand, and I fucking choked on my tongue.

“What the fuck? How did I miss you buying that? No one better?—”

She was in my arms before I could finish scolding her. The way her mouth molded to mine and the way she tasted on my tongue? Damn. Why did I care what she bought?

I just wanted her to be happy.

“Hey, dove. Put that on and be a good girl and ride my cock.”

She shifted away from me, my length already pushing against my jeans.

“How about this instead?”

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